An odd expression crosses over his features, like how someone with a conscience might respond to a sight of torture, like a bad smell, or a stubbed toe. All and none of these things, but unpleasant nevertheless.
"...You dare.YOU MOTHERFUCKING DARE USE THAT NAME!" His eyes light. The color is blown out, leaving no room for anything but the quick alternating flash of pink and purple, the only real mercy being that it hides the flood of deep red.
He takes a step but it's faltering, not near so sure as it was moments before. There's an uncertainty now and with it comes fury. That drives him forward, allowing him to reach down to this sack of bones and haul her up high, grip upon both the cloth of her front and her throat. Let her feet kick and dangle so familiar.
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"...You dare.YOU MOTHERFUCKING DARE USE THAT NAME!" His eyes light. The color is blown out, leaving no room for anything but the quick alternating flash of pink and purple, the only real mercy being that it hides the flood of deep red.
He takes a step but it's faltering, not near so sure as it was moments before. There's an uncertainty now and with it comes fury. That drives him forward, allowing him to reach down to this sack of bones and haul her up high, grip upon both the cloth of her front and her throat. Let her feet kick and dangle so familiar.